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Found a postcard from you now I lost my appetite.

I wish I had known that I was looking at you for the last time when I was looking at you for the last time.

Having an uncomfortable conversation in order to feel comfortable with each other

Sunday afternoon = The intimacy of reading a book to you while you rest your head on my lap.

Cancer core : Getting your heart broken time n time n time again and still love like it's your first time.

If only I could say to you what I really wanted to say.